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The campsite at Laguna Azul is a 'proper' site with such luxuries as showers and toilets. The down-side to this was that there were other people there! However, the view compensated for this and we pitched our tent at the edge of the lake (Laguna Azul) in full view of the Torres. Lian had cooked a gaucho stew of beans and pasta and pumpkin, followed by apple crumble. It being Valentine's day Alec painstakingly squirted cream onto our crumble in the shape of a heart.
Early next day I awoke to the sound of goose wing-beats overhead, I decided to get up and watch the sun-rise. My feet crunched across the frosty grass and I sat on a log at the edge of the lake to watch the first silvery shafts of dawn move diagonally across the 3 granite pillars which form the Torres del Paine. A thin misted drifted eerily across the lake, first this way and then that, like mystical ballerinas dancing in the dawn. A Pygmy owl surveyed me from a nearby tree and a fox ambled by within several feet of me unconcerned at my presence.
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